The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 30



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30 There’s nothing you can’t do

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A dazzling morning.

As I was going down the stairs to my apartment, I was thinking about an article I saw on the Internet last night.

For the crime of being a student

In a prison called school

Trapped in a prison called the classroom

The punishment of studying…

A text that begins with .

A sentence that made many people laugh by comparing adolescent children to the lives of adults in a clumsy pessimistic way about themselves.

The reason I was able to find that article was ‘Ah, I don’t want to go to school, what should I do? It’s because I searched ‘Please save me’…

Huh.

Anyway, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw that article.

A whopping 12.5 years old!

If you add the 3.5 years spent on an uninhabited island, you are approximately 16 years old!

If you translate that into Korean age, you would be 17 years old, a second year high school student.

So, now I am going to the 6th grade classroom with the mindset of a 2nd grader in high school.

“ha.”

In this situation, I couldn’t help but sigh.

But what can you do?

I should accept the ‘sin’ of being a student.

As I was still grumbling inside, the soft creature that was holding my hand nudged me.

I took a quick look and saw that the little thing was making a very serious expression.

“Brother, I understand everything.”

Suyeon was actually quite serious.

“······ What on earth?”

“My brother is in pain right now. He couldn’t enjoy his vacation properly because of the accident, but he’s already started school. Honestly, how unfair would it be? “If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.”

“uh······.”

“I looked at the news yesterday and it said that 80% of teenagers are stressed about starting school. “You can’t escape from that just because you’re my brother.”

“······.”

“But there’s no need to be too depressed. These days, I’m watching TV with my dad, and everything in the world is similar. therefore···.”

“······.”

“I hope you get this and have strength. go for it!”

“······.”

I received a piece of candy from the little boy. When I asked where he got it, he said he still had the one he got from kindergarten yesterday.

“But why are you giving it to me? “If you saved it, Suyeon, you should eat it.”

“no. She said her mom said sweets were the best for her stress. So, let’s give it a try.”

“No matter what, how can I get my brother’s candy…”

“Quickly~ quickly~ quickly~”

“······.”

Unable to resist Suyeon’s repeated urgings, I ended up opening the lemon candy and putting it in my mouth. Mmm. Honestly, I think things have gotten a little better.

“how is it? Does it work?”

“I feel a little better.”

“Hi-Hi. Is that so? look. “Mom, there’s nothing wrong with what you said, right?”

“I know.”

Well, actually, I felt better thanks to Suyeon’s actions than the candy.

I patted Sooyeon’s head, who was smiling, and we walked out of the apartment together.

We stood in the apartment parking lot and waited for the kindergarten bus.

Suyeon told me a story about what happened at Miju Algojual Kindergarten.

A story about A biting B and for some reason B started to like A.

A story about D, who was jealous of C, who was praised by the teacher, and preached C’s bad qualities to other children.

The story is about a female teacher named E twisting her body in front of a male teacher named F.

When I listened carefully, the kindergarten that Suyeon attended seemed to be a place full of scheming tricks.

“So is kindergarten fun?”

“huh! Even if I write it as a novel later, it will come out at the bottom. So I like it.”

“Then I’m glad. Oh right. Suyeon. wait for a sec.”

“huh?”

I decided to give Sooyeon a small amount of compensation for the story and the candy.

I took out a 5,000 won bill from my wallet and handed it to Suyeon. Since she was such a smart girl, I didn’t think she would waste this much money.

“It’s pocket money. You can buy delicious food with the friends you met at the playground. You can ask her mom to buy you a book. Or you can save.”

“Huh.”

But Sooyeon didn’t take the money and just opened her eyes wide.

“Isn’t that too much money?”

“Last time you bought me ice cream, you spent a lot on it too.”

“At that time, it was to commemorate my brother’s return! But where does the money come from? “Oppa, you said last time that you spent all your money on buying a guitar.”

“It just happened to happen.”

“······ Is that possible?”

“therefore. “Isn’t it something you will live to see for a long time?”

“······ oh?”

Suyeon hesitated until the end and accepted 5,000 won. Then he looked to his left and right several times. She opens the zipper deep inside the kindergarten bag and hides the money.

“I have a lump sum of money… Anyway, I’ll write well! thank you!”

“okay.”

Suyeon is quite excited.

From what I was saying, it seemed like I was going to buy another book.

My mood, which had been gloomy at the thought of going to school, suddenly got better.

The kindergarten bus arrived quickly. After saying hello to the kindergarten teacher, I handed over Suyeon. Suyeon waves her hand from the bus window. I also waved.

The distance from my house to the elementary school was not far.

About 10 to 15 minutes walk.

I walked slowly along the road.

I see a group of elementary school students running around in groups of twos and threes. He was shouting something, but I couldn’t understand it at all.

The constellation Cassiopeia has caught up with Tpe, or a jungle gym has been added to the tower.

It’s very difficult for kids these days to speak.

Before I knew it, I could see the front gate of the school.

‘Is this a prison…?’

As I trudged along, this time the kids playing on the school jungle gym saw me and shouted.

“uh! “That brother!”

“Right? Saebom-dong is immortal!”

“and! oh my god! “It’s my first time seeing you this close!”

“It’s so chic. We’re talking like this, but they don’t even look at us. saw?”

“What a mess. “Is that a kanji?”

“Go, the sexiness is exploding!”

“······.”

I was already dizzy.

I wonder if this is how Harry felt when his soul was sucked out by a Dementor in the Harry Potter movie I saw a while ago.

Children are flocking to me more and more.

And me trying to shake off that evil horde.

Expecto Petronium repeated in my mind.

Amid this chaos, a sound of laughter could be heard from somewhere.

“hi.”

A girl passed by and said hello to the crowd gathered around me.

It was Lee Ha-eun, a classmate of the piano academy and a classmate of Seolhwa Ye Middle School entrance exams.

“······.”

Is it fortunate that he is at least at school?

I felt a little relieved because I thought I would have someone to talk to.

“Brother, are there any broken bones?”

“hey. Did you really fall out of the plane? Is this a true story? “Isn’t this directing?”

“You look so fine? “Isn’t that a lie?”

“hey! I’m in the same class as you! Say something!”

“excuse me···. Why don’t you ask each person one by one? First of all, all my bones are still together. By the way, this is not directing. And how can you fool around with an airplane? “Have common sense.”

“Oooooh.”

“Ohh~”

Elementary school students exclaim in admiration at every word I say.

A teacher (presumed to be a teacher) sees this from afar and runs up to him.

okay.

Maybe I…

I felt like I had become the star of this school.

* * *

“Something like this happened.”

“You’re a rising star…”

“Do you have any tips for having a good school life? “I really want to be quiet.”

“therefore···. uh···.”

I was introduced to the piano practice room and Korean Music Studio on the recommendation of Professor Yuhan Kang.

The part-timer there saw my expression and asked me what I was worried about.

I told honestly about what happened at school, and Alba’s older sister…

“Then isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t it be nice to be popular? “I like receiving attention.”

It was a custom.

Can’t get the point across.

“How on earth is this good? I was drinking milk during recess and all the students gathered there? “I ended up spilling about 1/5 of it on the floor!”

“Hey. Are you still feeding milk these days? It’s a memory. memory. We also took the jetty and ate it. “I miss it for no reason.”

“I’m not talking about memories right now…”

“iced coffee! sorry. “So you became a popular star at school, but you want to become a normal person again?”

“yes.”

“hmm. then···.”

Alba’s sister held her chin and thought for a while.

She gave me a great answer.

“I just need to graduate. I heard you have one semester left? “In my view, that is the only way.”

Of course, it was just a good answer, not a solution.

“ha. “I don’t know if I’m going to be like this for the rest of my life.”

“But I didn’t know you were the child of hope from the AC2505 accident until you told me. If you think about it a little, wouldn’t other people naturally forget about it as time passes? “I think that’s still happening to some extent.”

“In the end, time is the answer.”

“yes.”

The good news is that broadcasting stations are no longer looking for me. It seemed like my request to Secretary Kim Seon-hee last time had an effect.

However, people who have known me for a long time immediately connect me with the AC2505 accident.

It was like that at piano academy, and it was like that at school too.

‘If something like that happens, you’ll suffer one way or another.’

It certainly seemed like we needed to be careful for a while.

This is why I had to wear a mask in Hongdae last Saturday.

After discussing various solutions with my part-time sister, I gave up. A story that has no conclusion. I decided to just play the piano.

I went into the practice room where there was a grand piano.

“What song are you going to play today?”

As I was about to leave after closing the door, my part-timer sister asked me a question.

“Today is Beethoven.”

“sonata?”

“no. ‘Rondo a Capriccio’. “I think I need to prepare a song for the entrance exam soon.”

“Oh right. You said you were preparing a folk tale, right? But can I do it alone? “What about the teacher?”

“I go to the academy three times a week and learn.”

“Are you okay with that? “In my time, I was tutored by a teacher all week long.”

“I asked because I think I need more time to practice right now. We practice here during the time we have secured. But sister.”

“huh?”

I once made a joke to my part-timer sister who was asking too much about me.

“Professor Kang Yu-han, aren’t you a spy? Something feels strange. Last time, you asked me what song I was playing and what my practice was like. “I also asked about stress.”

“······ huh? Eh, ay! Of course not! Am I a spy? Ahaha. I was just asking because I was curious! curious. And I’m not even a piano major? “Why is he like this~ strangely~”

“Hmm.”

“Practice hard today as usual! huh? Fighting?”

“······.”

Part-time sister leaves the practice room in a hurry. What she just said and did only made her more suspicious.

I stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, what can I say if that older sister is Professor Kang Yu-han’s confidant?

All you have to do is enjoy this situation, which is much better than before.

I started playing a beautiful white grand piano, completely different from the keyboard I played in Hongdae.

This sound.

This was enough for now.

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.

.

‘This guy has a certain sense of humor.’

Hong Chae-yoon, a part-timer at a Korean music studio, was heartbroken for no reason.

Hong Chae-yoon actually had a request from Professor Kang Yu-han.

As Seojin said, it’s not like being a ‘spy’ for the professor, but it was a request to tell him a little about how much he practices every day and what songs he plays.

‘Oh. Is this a spy? I’m just asking you a favor…’

So, I was sending a text message to my professor again today.

[Seojin says he will be singing entrance exam songs starting today. The song is Beethoven’s Rondo a Capriccio. It’s a fun song, right? And the general impression is…]

Hong Chae-yoon listened slightly toward the practice room.

Although there was complete soundproofing between the practice room and the practice room, sounds from the practice room could be heard vaguely from the counter seats.

L.v. Beethoven Rondo a Capriccio in G Major Op.129.

Surprisingly, the working title of the song is ‘Rage for a Lost Coin’.

It was a song that gave a glimpse of Beethoven’s cheerfulness.

Seojin played the piano faster and faster, as if trying to vent about something that happened at school.

As instructed, allegro vivace (very fast and lively), each note jumps out.

Even the beat was very fast. A song that would normally take around 6 minutes to complete is likely to be finished in 5 minutes.

Hong Chae-yoon, as someone who knows Seo-jin’s situation well, laughed a little.

So, Hong Chae-yoon wrote this at the end of the text while listening to Seo-jin’s music.

[Jolly like an elementary school student. But she was so lively, as if she had really lost a coin. Today’s practice song was as wonderful as last time.]

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next day.

Saebom Elementary School located in Saebom-dong.

There were many problems in a place that was so lively for children.

First, the class time is too long.

“Now we are going to connect batteries, wires, light bulbs, and switches to turn on the light bulb. The battery in your seats is 1.5v. Shall we discuss how to connect it?”

“······.”

I feel like dying.

After roughly connecting them in series and making the lights come on, I got lost in thought.

My partner next to me told me not to spoil anything, but I ignored his words.

The events that happened last Saturday felt like a dream.

The happy days of playing with musical instruments all day during vacation are no longer there.

ah···. The old days.

“everyone! “This time in a different way…”

I connected the batteries in parallel.

My partner saw what I was doing and ended up sulking. Turn your back completely. ha. I tried to sneak a bribe (candy) using the method I learned from Suyeon. Fluttering pupils. He even smiles brightly. This guy doesn’t even have any balls.

I can’t even use my smartphone during class. It’s natural. However, even during breaks, I was only able to use my cell phone to a very limited extent.

To receive ‘my smartphone’, you must go to your homeroom teacher sitting in front of the classroom, tell him how to use it, and ask for it.

It may be a kind of hard work for elementary school students who have trouble concentrating.

I looked out the window during class. Dust flying from the playground can be seen clogging the windows.

‘It’s stuffy…’

There was nothing I could do.

Even on a deserted island, it wasn’t like this.

Really, this place was no different from a ‘prison’ as the internet prophet said.

‘fu···.’

At that moment, I almost uttered a swear word that I had learned from Mr. Miller. Let’s calm down. It’s not even that kind of situation.

To be honest, I never felt this helpless when I was on a deserted island. It was thanks to Uncle Miller always being by my side, but even if that wasn’t the case, I wasn’t bored.

‘I go fishing and fetch water. Actually, I was busy.’

On a deserted island where the sun sets quickly, Mr. Miller taught me the score at night.

Otherwise, we composed music. Sitting in front of the campfire, watching the flickering lights, and writing songs using the sand as a notebook…

That moment.

I saw a notebook sitting on my desk.

And next to it.

There were even pencils and ballpoint pens!

I had more than I thought.

‘Eureka!’

I glanced at my homeroom teacher who was teaching class. A class taught with great sincerity. But even so, it was all I knew.

then···.

I looked at the notebook on the desk again.

The seat was perfect because it was at the back of the classroom.

There is no law that says I have to take classes here.

This was a time of great freedom.

I grabbed a pencil and drew a line on a blank notebook. He then transferred the MIDI he had been composing on his smart phone to staff paper and wrote it down.

You can’t play an instrument at school anyway.

Here, if you could do this much, it was still a profitable business.

No, this was the perfect place to compose music.

“Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to class? And then you get scolded by the teacher?”

A partner who warns me.

This is something that can be fully accepted.

But instead, I offered him a deal.

I handed over everything I had to him.

“Then let me do something else.”

And he.

“Ah, you shouldn’t do this here. Where did you learn this from?”

I looked around and quickly grabbed a bunch of candy.

It means you have accepted my deal.

A composition project done during school classes.

That started now.